Tao’s
Written by Laura Walker
Illustrated by Jess Bolam
On Sunday, Tao and his family went for a trek in the hills out of town. They set off strolling along the Downs, a big patch of grass with lots of cows.
The slopes of Mount Grand began just out of town. The trek up to the summit was steep. Dad, Tao and Lin stomped up the hill for what seemed like ages.
Dad stopped in his tracks and his brows fell into a frown.
‘I can’t seem to find this spot on the map. Which way is south?’ asked Dad.
Tao often found that the way down from Mount Grand was the most difficult bit. It was easy to get lost on the path that wound round back to town.
All of a sudden, big black clouds fell upon Mount Grand. The wind picked up and whipped round the family. Fat drops of rain began falling on the ground.
‘The best thing to do is get down the mount as quickly as we can,’ yelled Dad over the sound of the rain.
The family ran back down the way they came. They slipped and stumbled down the hill, along the Downs and back into town.
Tao, Lin and Dad fell into the house, wet, muddy and hungry.
‘I made buns while you were out,’ said Nan.
‘Go and put some clean clothes on and then come down for lunch.’
